The Gentleman and The Tramps
I turned away from the grave with tears pouring down my face. My best buddy Ken put an arm round my shoulders and handed me his, thankfully clean, handkerchief. Whomever it was that said men didn’t cry was entirely wrong in my case. I teared up at emotional stories. And now I was weeping for my loss. We’d been married for nearly forty years and best of friends. It was doubly hard, because we’d planned a very special fortieth celebration, and I had to cancel. It wasn’t that I minded missing it....